The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1887-12-29
A SCENE ~. a W9sraav sMoK.


In the smoking car there were some
thirty or forty railroad graders who had
finished grading contract and were
headed for the Wisconsin pineries for the
winter. The cup that chsess, q tAs guiss
Of fat bottle, circulatsd % aAli sides.
After some time big man without any
cost or vest, aud wearing ssred wooden
Shirt got up in the forward cad of the
car, slammed his broad -brimmel hat down
on the car hoor, and jumped on 70 it, and
yelled:
"Boys, I'm a-runnin' this ERE train -
You betl" whooped the Others.
"Yon all know old Jerry H0stetterl
You're all aware Old Jerry HQstetter
amt no slouch When Old Jerry Hos
letter says he's a-runnin' this ERE train,
wy, that's what he's doin'i Born in .
cyclone, rocked % sleep by . Whirlwind,
brought up in tornadsr, ft ap' licked .
spoutin' volcano at the early age Of 'leven
years. When Old Jerry Hostester comes
to town he has to travel down The valley
three days an three nights fore he comes
TO where the bad msu at the bead Of Bit
ter creek lives! That's Old Jerry Hoe
tetter-can't be rode with spurs an won't
drive only on the lead Boys, vas Old
Jerry Hosletter ever Iickedr' -
"Not much r. roared the crowd
That's what; "replied the redoubt-
able Jerry, - he jumped up snd down on
his hat, that's what, ev'rF whscki He
wasn't never licked, an hs ain't never
goin' to be Pm a-ruDnin' this 'ere train,
an what want to say is, that L can lick
the conducsurl l csu pound the con-
ductur Of this 'ere train, an Pm goin' to
do it ? Hide out, you small fry, an
lemme at the conducturp Lemme jes'
git"
Hah p said Swede who sat near,
and who was not quite 20 drunk As the
rest. Hold on, there comes the con-
ductur'' .-.a
Old Jerry turned aud saw him just
opening the door.
Lemme jes' git my paw on that air
brakeman! :" went on the man who had
fought the rampant volcano when be was
tender years. "Where's that sneak
in,' cowardly brakeman! Lemme At
him, till bound the plastern' off'n the
top of the car with his feet! When old
Jerry Hostetter hits brakeman he never
wiggles ag'n! Where's that yelpin',
snarlin', lyin'-
Look out. he yust come out Of the
udder car, said the Swede
Mr.. Hostetter took hurried glance
over his shoulder, only stopping long
enough to catch his breath snd went on:
"Show me that yelpin' snarlin', lyin',
sneak of newsboy, an I'll show you =
man Old Jerry Hostetter can lick
Where's that cheatin', low-downl peanut
ter that sold old Jerry . spple for ten
ten cents? Bring him here tin 'stermi-
nate him Tell me where he IA, an I'll
hunt him out an kick him off'n the top
of high hilll Old Jerry Hostetter can
smash any"
"He's comm in the udder door, YER
ry!' said the Swede In hoarse whisper.
Wour-r-rck I'm bloody murderer
gimme room! Born in clyclone, rocked
by whirlwind@"
"Sbut up, Oh Pll bust you, you old
liarp, howled another grader wearing .
blue shirt, as he got up q few feet away.
"Give better man chance !" and
then he got out in the aisle and danced on
his hat and told what bad man he was,
but prudently directed all his threats
against the contractor he had been work
ing for, and who was not on the train.
Old Jerry Hostetter settled down be-
tween the seats and took a long drink
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